276 THE WOUNDED REDSKIN. 



the snow in the presence of a furious cariboo, whose 

 antlers threatened inevitable death. 



At length we found it possible to approach the king 

 of the forest, who lay prostrate at our feet. Mr. How- 

 ard's bullet had struck him in the shoulder, and under 

 no circumstances could he have lived. 



" Hallo," cried Mr. Howard, addressing Monai, who 

 was stretched on his back, " are you wounded, Red- 

 skin r 



" The cariboo is strong," replied the Indian, " but man 

 is stronger than he. Friend, apply to the wound a little 

 of this pine-tree resin, and I shall be cured." 



Obeying his injunction, Mr. Howard spread some of 

 this new remedy on a handkerchief folded in four, and 

 having stanched the flowing blood, he made the plaster 

 adhere to the skin. 



" What has become of your cariboo 1 ?" he said to me, 

 while bandaging the Indian ; " did you hit it V 1 



11 Yes, undoubtedly : I wager my rifle against the 

 rustiest old musket in the United States that the animal 

 is badly wounded." 



" See, Jack has caught the scent, and is off and away ! 

 Hurry on your snow-shoes, and follow him : the blood 

 will guide you as well as the furrow of a sledge. If you 

 get within range of the animal, don't fire unless you can 

 get a good aim. As for me, I will soon follow you, but 

 I must see that Monai is not dangerously hurt. I must 

 also dry my rifle ; but take things calmly, I will not long 

 delay. Off, off, my friend !" 



I darted forward eagerly, following up the bloody 

 mark which had enabled Jack to take up the trail. The 



